Chapter 194

Jiang Dachan made a living by forging, never failing, but unexpectedly, his good deeds were ruined by a meddlesome color-play artist.

The capital's arrest warrant was issued, and Jiang Dachan fled all the way to Jinmen along the waterway, changing his name and disappearing for a long time before resuming his old trade.

However, before he could be proud for long, his tracks were discovered by the government office, and he was thrown into prison.

According to the laws of the Yong Dynasty, except for important items like gold and silver seals, the crime of forging other items is not punishable by death; otherwise, every single person selling antiques and calligraphy on Flower and Bird Street would have to be killed!

It's just that Jiang Dachan was different. He forged too realistically and involved too many nobles and rich merchants, so even if it wasn't a capital crime, it eventually became one.

Since you can pass off the fake as real, then if we kill you, wouldn't these fake goods become real goods?

Just like that, Jiang Dachan was thrown into death row.

Think of him, a master forger who never failed, unexpectedly being implicated to this point by a meddlesome person.

Little Half-Immortal Wang didn't recognize Jiang Dachan, but Jiang Dachan recognized him.

It was hard for Jiang Dachan not to have an impression of someone who performed immortality arts in a bustling place like the Heavenly Bridge.

In death row, Jiang Dachan thought about it and became more angry and hateful. Since you harmed me to this point, don't think about having an easy time either!

"My lord! I want to report and expose, I want to atone for my crimes and perform meritorious service!"

When the chief official heard this, he thought, accomplices? This is serious!

The arrest warrant was issued again, and the cold iron shackles fell onto Little Half-Immortal Wang.

"Ah?"

Little Half-Immortal Wang was like a half-grown child who had just fallen asleep being pulled up, as if forced to boot up. Dazed and not yet recovered, he was escorted to Jinmen to accept interrogation.

When Little Half-Immortal Wang and Jiang Dachan faced each other, he looked a bit unfamiliar.

After all, the last time the two met was half a year ago, and Jiang Dachan had been through a lot of hardships along the way and had suffered a lot in prison. It would be strange if Little Half-Immortal Wang could recognize him at a glance.

The Prefect of Jinmen made the two confront each other in court. Little Half-Immortal Wang looked dazed: "My lord, the commoner has always been a law-abiding person. How could I be his accomplice? I don't even recognize his face!"

Hearing this, the Prefect slammed the gavel and shouted at Jiang Dachan: "In this court, you are absolutely not allowed to frame innocent people. If I find out you are framing a good person as a thief, I will have you beaten to death immediately, you slave!"

Jiang Dachan argued strongly: "The villain speaks every word of truth. That Little Half-Immortal Wang usually uses street juggling to cover his identity, but in fact, he scouts for suitable buyers and acts as a go-between for me..."

Jiang Dachan had reasons and evidence, saying that Little Half-Immortal Wang was his accomplice. He was responsible for forging and cheating, while Little Half-Immortal Wang was responsible for collecting materials and acting as a shill for buying fake goods. The two worked in the open and in the dark, singing in harmony, which was why they could succeed repeatedly.

Little Half-Immortal Wang said angrily: "I don't even know you, and I've never been a swindler. How can you slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

Jiang Dachan said strangely: "Slander your innocence? Since you and I are strangers, how would I know you? Now that things have come to this, you might as well confess truthfully. Maybe we brothers can still strive for leniency."

"Brother, don't blame me. Originally, I would never betray you, but this crime is very serious. To save your life, I can only confess you, perform meritorious service to atone for my crimes, and seek a chance to survive..."

"You are spouting blood! My lord, the crime of breach of trust and deceit is not punishable by death. Although he cheated people, why would he have to force a confession to save his life? This person is full of nonsense, I hope my lord will investigate."

When the Prefect heard this, he felt annoyed. It was already a foregone conclusion that he had thrown Jiang Dachan into death row, but this Little Half-Immortal Wang was so ignorant, actually implying that he had made a mistake in the case. If this wasn't climbing on his head, what was it?

"Bold commoner! How dare you spout nonsense in this court!"

Little Half-Immortal Wang thought the Prefect was talking about Jiang Dachan and was very happy in his heart.

However, the next moment, the Prefect said: "Guards! Clamp Wang Tianqiao!"

You say this is a mess. Little Half-Immortal Wang was stunned at the time. How did the clamps get onto his fingers while they were interrogating?

Where did this come from?

Under torture, Little Half-Immortal Wang confessed, but until he was escorted to the execution ground, he never associated this with the fake-cracking incident at the pawnshop entrance half a year ago.

He was a person who liked to be a busybody, and the variety of people he encountered were like crucian carp crossing the river. For a fake painting seller, he just casually said a word that the painting was fake, which was just a casual remark. He didn't take it to heart at all, so how could he remember it clearly?

On the execution ground, Little Half-Immortal Wang and Jiang Dachan were shackled together.

Little Half-Immortal Wang looked at the ghost-head broadsword held by the executioner and knew that he would definitely not escape death today.

His heart was dead as ash. At the end, he couldn't help but ask Jiang Dachan: "To this day, you might as well tell me clearly, what grudge do I have with you that you would frame me to this point?"

"Tell me, so I can die happily. Otherwise, I have resentment in my heart, and I won't be at peace even if I die!"

Jiang Dachan was expressionless and told the story of someone being meddlesome at the pawnshop entrance in the past. After hearing this, Little Half-Immortal Wang's brain buzzed, and he didn't recover for a long time.

The words of the female More-than-Half-Immortal were like magic sounds piercing his ears. Little Half-Immortal Wang regretted it so much!

When the ghost-head broadsword fell, Little Half-Immortal Wang's resentment was even stronger than when he didn't know the truth.

He died too unjustly!

He just said that one sentence and meddled in a small matter, so why was he beheaded?

At the moment of death, Jiang Dachan added a final blow:

"Don't you know the art of decapitation without dying? This time it's just right to use it..."

Little Half-Immortal Wang's was also a trick to deceive people. Where would he know the real art of decapitation without dying? Even if he wanted to deceive people now, he would have to untie the ropes and get the props used for the immortality art to have an effect.

Now that his hands and feet were tied, even if he really had the Nine Heavens Secret Art, he wouldn't necessarily be able to deceive the world.

The broadsword fell, and two round heads fell like watermelons, and the scarlet blood turned into a pool in an instant.

Two enemies, who didn't spare each other while alive, were indistinguishable after death.

After watching Little Half-Immortal Wang's unjust death, Xu Qing didn't know what to say about him.

The female Half-Immortal said it so clearly, telling you not to be a busybody that day, so why didn't you listen?

The old saying goes: "Sweep the snow in front of your own door, don't worry about the frost on others' tiles." It also says: "Others watching flowers doesn't involve your eyes; others bustling about doesn't involve your feet."

Since ancient times, those who sell antiques and calligraphy have been half-real and half-fake. This was originally a common and tacit thing. You ruined someone's business, which is like exposing someone's decapitation trick. If it were you, would you be angry?

After performing the funeral rites for the unwilling Little Half-Immortal Wang, a "Decapitation Without Dying Art" appeared in Xu Qing's mind.

This spell is not a trick, but a real way to be decapitated without dying.

Xu Qing pinched the formula and chanted the spell. When the spell was half-chanted, he felt as if his head wanted to float away.

That kind of inexplicable feeling of unease was like swinging on a swing on the edge of a cliff. Xu Qing didn't dare to finish chanting the spell. His "Un-Chemical Bone" hadn't been refined yet. If he finished chanting the head-rising spell and it didn't work when he chanted the head-returning spell, who would he reason with?

Pondering the newly acquired spell for a while, Xu Qing also understood why Little Half-Immortal Wang, who had become a fierce ghost, kept holding his head and wouldn't let go.

This head is the only weakness of the headless ghost. Once it falls to the ground and is snatched away by a dog, or kicked away like a ball by someone, this headless ghost will lose all its magic power, and even if it is "alive," it won't "live" for long.

Xu Qing thought about it. This underworld spell might be taught to Xiuniang; she would probably like it very much.

After all, girls like to dress up the most. If they could take their heads off when combing their hair, it would definitely be much more convenient than wearing it on their necks.

(End of chapter)